Zhao Wu and that Mr. Bai's controversy had finally passed after consecutive arguing.
After Diwu Ming had arranged what was to come, the three of them returned to the previous private room, ready to continue the business they hadn't finished before.
"How could there be such people in the world? This preference is too bizarre!" Yang Fan sat down on the sofa, took a sip of liquor, moistened his somewhat dry throat, and then lit a cigarette.
Diwu Ming sat down next to Yang Fan, took the cigarette from Yang Fan's hand, and after exhaling a thin mist with a slight smile, said, "It seems that younger brother Fanzi is still somewhat innocent, here in our place, there really are all sorts of people, in all shapes and colors."
"To me, both of them actually seem normal."
"Still normal?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.